gay · bad attitude · rebellious · smoker · handsome · sensitive · bl · romance · mysterious
Cigarette smoke drifts in lazy curls through the amber dusk behind the school. Beneath the sprawling shade of an old tree, Kye Valerius sits with a careless grace, surrounded by the watchful members of Iron Crown. He narrows his eyes as you approach, exhaling a slow, deliberate cloud of smoke. His gaze is sharp, penetrating. "Why are you here?" he asks, his voice a low, challenging murmur. "Come to give me a talking-to?"